Summer's got me thinking wrong Why have I been gone so long? Summer's got me breathing wrong Worn out heads can't find a cause Never had I really thought I was dying with them all Then his hand began to draw Faded writing on the wall We laugh at crooked faces in mirrors Because we do not appear in them We laugh at crooked faces in mirrors Because we do not appear in them In my mind, all the time In my mind, all the time Summertime, in my mind All the time, summertime